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12-25-2016, 01:01 PM
graasvoel
His attention was too wholly focused on the bright gold, winged beauty to immediately notice the trinket that appeared in front of him in the snow. His dark brows knitted together at her recoiling reaction—though, at the quiet exclamations of glee around them, his starkly white ears swivel, followed by his eyes, at the newly appeared novelty before him.
An ear remained trained on the gold lady, catching her quiet and squeaked ‘No,’ while his sharp and hot red-and-yellow irises study the vulture skulls and feathers that gleam in the icy ground. What normally would have been ominous or macabre was, in actuality, pleasant beneath the Giving Tree’s warm cast of light. He grinned slightly, more than willing and happy to succumb to the Tree’s pleasurable cheer and warmth (—what more could the vulture want? a pretty woman, gifts, and warm pleasure—).
But then, after tucking the trinket into his multitude of thickly knotted mane hair, he returned his attention to @Yael . He breathed low and soft, a relaxing and calming breath—as if his own leisure may, in some strange way, allow her to become as tranquil as the Tree’s soft glow. His stark white ears perked back towards the woman as well. “And your name?” His gruff voice gently, somewhat amusedly, but curiosity prompted.
An ear remained trained on the gold lady, catching her quiet and squeaked ‘No,’ while his sharp and hot red-and-yellow irises study the vulture skulls and feathers that gleam in the icy ground. What normally would have been ominous or macabre was, in actuality, pleasant beneath the Giving Tree’s warm cast of light. He grinned slightly, more than willing and happy to succumb to the Tree’s pleasurable cheer and warmth (—what more could the vulture want? a pretty woman, gifts, and warm pleasure—).
But then, after tucking the trinket into his multitude of thickly knotted mane hair, he returned his attention to @Yael . He breathed low and soft, a relaxing and calming breath—as if his own leisure may, in some strange way, allow her to become as tranquil as the Tree’s soft glow. His stark white ears perked back towards the woman as well. “And your name?” His gruff voice gently, somewhat amusedly, but curiosity prompted.
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